44 to a collection of antique headgear owned by Guy Arnoux in Paris. There are kepis of navy felt, with red pompons strung on the spike at one side; black felt helmets going up in to a sharp point; Napoleon hats with red, white, and blue cocardes; 1800 chasseur hats with visors, and froufs of feathers; and seventeenth-century fedoras, curled up at the side. The whole thing sounds stunty, but the hats turn out to be extremely amusing in a 1936 man- ner. Probably you'll want to enlarge your summer wardrobe by purchas- ing some Beachcomber sho s. They are made of luggage leather, in inter- laced strips. The low heel is of wood, and the sole is nice and soft and pli- able. Just the thing for your informal moments in the country. And there is a shoe with a covered toe, just for a change, and fashioned of interlaced leather strips. The heel is medium, and the shoe is backless; it comes in all !:i, . ltJ:i: .".:- ': f;' , .i'X . " --- ::H .."..:,'. ;, ....... .. .."'_. .- b W Ã<- " - . .:...:;:.... :: ;:= :." :.:. .; ,:::t ..I i.'/""" t: ....y.,, y....:.:: . . ...... ,-:,., ...\:::,.... "':+""<:t},,' ,:i- - t,:,:,<:}:, ::]t0$:: :>""ID" colors and is good both for town and for country. I T'S funny how things go. One min- ute, everybody is brandishing one lipstick; the next, it's another. At the mo- men t, the new Guerlain lipstick is pop- ping out of the best handbags, and leav- ing neat marks on whatever cigarettes women smoke. It is a smooth and soft effort, and Everybody is carrying it, just as we all carried the first Guerlain indelible lipstick years ago. -L. L. MA"-K TS AND M NUS T he I Il-C onsidered Starches W HENEVER I have a complaint to make of the influence of ladies in gastronomic matters (which, alas, is only too often), I am pleased by the neatness with which I manage to disassociate myself from my sex. So when I say that women undoubtedly are responsible for our not making the best of noodles and rice and potatoes in this country, it is, of course, under- A ' :::i::-':::: {; :::';:': -;"'" . stood that I am not talking about me. Secretly , perhaps, I envy the imagin - tion of housekeepers who can think up menus day after day without ever hav- ing recourse to a risotto or an oUa podrida. How else, in heaven's name, do they use up the bits of this and that left in the ice box if there is neither rice nor pasta in their repertory? Of course I know it is mostly pre- occupation with their figures that keeps the ladies off starches, but when it comes to rice it may be also the well- founded fear that the dish will turn out a mush that keeps this cereal from being more popular. "Each grain standing up separately" is the rather alarming way Southerners describe properly cooked rice-a state of perfection rarely met with this side of Mason and Dixon's line. However, an Indian rice which has only recently come into my life is, I find, pretty nearly proof against ruin- ation by even the most inept cook. It is to be found in Mexican shops, and in practically any of the shops patron- ized by colored people in Harlem. New l ) "" ' . .: ..< , Y+ø ' '#I%i .",:w:. :E:;:::::' "I warned you that you'd need sport clothes in England."